This red shield around me
Taking out that Sith is key.
My blood is rushing to my head, my heart pumping.
My master, he is slicing and jumping.
But this foe is fast and quick.
I cannot read his mind, for it is too thick.
Qui-Gon told me never to hate.
But I continue to do so as I wait.
This Sith is winning the battle so far.
Like when a smuggler plays sabacc at his favorite bar.
Two lightsabers in the air, one green and one red.
One of the two men is soon to me dead.
Is that my master lying there, on the floor?
A moment ago he wasn't there before.
A hole in his chest, his arm did hide.
My master, who during my whole life was right at my side,
Wanting to cry, I looked at my master, lifeless and still.
Watching the Sith Lord who had delivered the final kill.
I stare at the Sith Lord's eyes with anger and hate.
This indeed would be the duel of fates.